Takeru stared at the calendar. Tomorrow was the end of his extra time. He wanted to crawl into bed and waste the day away but he knew the others would expect him to keep on fighting. He had to, for them. He was already dead, but his soul would finally move on. Wouldn't that be easier than constantly fighting? Constantly seeing others in pain and sadness? Does the joy outweigh the negatives? He sighed as he heard Onari calling for him. Guess it was time to fight some more. Maybe today he'd finally get the last of the eyecons.